"Okay. ”

Yan Wuxin hesitated slightly, and then accepted five drops of ancestral ginseng juice.

In fact, he was desperate to repair the foundations in his body.

After all, as a martial artist, after all, you want to go further and further in the martial arts.

Once there is no foundation, it is like a fish that cannot swim, and a boat on a river will retreat if it does not advance.

Yan is innocent and admits that he has a lot of hope of advancing to the True Martial Realm, and it is a pity to miss this opportunity in vain.

Especially after the disaster of more than half a year ago, Yan Wuxin wants to advance to the True Martial Realm as soon as possible.

In the final analysis, in the Nine Heavens Continent, a world where martial arts are respected, a big fist can't solve all problems, but it can save most of the troubles.

"What would happen if I died? ”

With this thought in mind, Yan Wuxin swallowed five drops of ancestral ginseng juice into his mouth one after another.

In the first drop, internal and external injuries recover quickly.

The second drop, the sea of blood is full.

The third drop, physical recovery.

The fourth drop, the spiritual palace is repaired.

The fifth drop melts all kinds of perceptions into one furnace.

At this moment, Yan Wuyin, who had experienced a life and death, lit up.

"My Tao ......!"

Yan Wuxin suddenly laughed: "Haha, after this incident, I want to retreat immediately...... Within a year, the Half Saint, no, the Sub-Saint is hopeful, in a hundred years, he will definitely be able to advance to the Martial Saint!"

"Daddy, is this true?"

Yan Wuwu asked in surprise.

Because the five drops of ancestral ginseng juice look ordinary, there is not much special about it at all.

Even when Hiko's innocence swallowed it, no vision was born.

It's about to break through to a half-saint or even a sub-saint...... It's incredible.

"Worry-free, as the so-called road to simplicity, is a very simple truth, think about it, and the most complicated. ”

Ling Jiuxiao smiled and said, "The same is true of Ancestral Ginseng...... It is the king of medicine, he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he has the opportunity to become an imperial medicine, a drop of juice needs to be cultivated for a hundred years, and ten drops is a thousand years, and the effect will not be a child's play. ”

"I see. ”

Yan Wuwu is enlightened.

"By the way, give me another drop of juice. ”

Ling Jiuxiao seemed to think of something, and said.

"You're robbing!"

Zu Shen said in surprise.

Isn't it?

I didn't give myself the compensation that I had promised, and I continued to ask for it.

You're just a woman, but you're a man, so it's not going to do it!

"It's better to give me three drops. ”

Ling Jiuxiao groaned slightly and said.

As soon as he heard this, Zu Shen's face turned green, and he said, "Well, a good drop is a drop, how can you change the order day and night?"

After speaking, without waiting for Ling Jiuxiao to speak, it had already taken the initiative to force out a drop of shiny juice and said, "Huh...... The eleventh drop, and I'll turn my face if you want to!"

"Tsk!"

Ling Jiuxiao smacked his lips, handed this drop of ancestral ginseng juice to Yan Wuwu, and said, "Although it is not as white as the flesh and bones of the living and the dead, but with it, as long as you still have a breath, you can have one more life." ”

He is not exaggerating.

There are all kinds of medicines, and the effect of ancestral ginseng is unique, which is a must-have for life-saving, and its juice has a similar effect.

As long as it is stored properly, it can really be used on the spot to save life.

"So valuable?"

Yan Wuwu took it carefully.

"Precious?"

Ling Jiuxiao glanced at the ancestral ginseng next to him, and wanted to tell her that he still had a whole ancestral ginseng.

"Next is the Ancestor of the Asages. ”

Yan Wuxin on the side focused his attention on Yan Canghai.

Yan Canghai is a sub-saint, stronger than himself, although the injury is serious, it is still not difficult to save his life.

The problem is that if the injuries are not healed, there will be a day when they will erupt.

When the time comes, Yan Canghai can only die with a whimper.

"Ancestor of Yasheng. ”

Yan Wuyin followed the method that Yan Canghai had taught him before his retreat to awaken the sleeping figure.

As a result, there was no reaction at all, and all the summons were like mud cows entering the sea, without the slightest reaction.

"...... this?"

Yan Wuyin's expression changed greatly, and the Holy Ancestor of Mo Fei Ya sat down in the middle of the meditation?

"He's not dead. ”

Ling Jiuxiao took a closer look and found the key: "He was ...... by the Great Sage of the Barbarian Race The two of them were injured together, right?"

"Yes. ”

Yan Wuyin replied like a chicken pecking rice: "One barbarian great sage broke the attack path of the sub-saint ancestor, and the other broke his defense method, and then seriously injured the sub-saint ancestor. ”

"Hmph...... It's just a little trick!"

Ling Jiuxiao snorted coldly, flipped his palm, and suddenly took out the Fire Barbarian Holy Order!

After refining the Fire Barbarian Holy Order, he had a glimpse of the subtlety of the token.

Although you get the token, it means that you belong to the Huofeifei faction in the Huoban tribe.

But, on the other hand, this Fire Barbarian Sacred Decree is, in a sense, a special kind of holy object, with an indescribable divine power.

For example, now, Ling Jiuxiao injected spiritual power into the Fire Barbarian Holy Order, and the fire light bloomed, illuminating a beast shadow attached to the surface of the Yancang Sea!

"Roar!"

Illuminated by the firelight, the beast's shadow showed a look of pain.

"Break, break, break!"

Ling Jiuxiao grabbed the Fire Barbarian Sacred Order and stabbed it, piercing the center of the beast shadow's eyebrows.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the beast shadow disappeared!

......

At this time, the moon and the moon lord who were far away in the sky sensed it.

"Oh, the curse we cast has been broken. ”

Yue's eyes shone brightly: "Who is it?" Could it be the fist saint of the nearby One Fist Sect?"

"Fist Saint?"

Yue Ba shook his head and chuckled: "The One Fist Sect has been keeping a low profile since the disappearance of the Fist Emperor. Although the Fist Saint is powerful, maybe not inferior to me, but the affairs of our fighting tribe, does he dare to take care of it?"

"So who did the good deeds?"

Yue Jue was a little puzzled.

"It could be that Ling Jiuxiao is back. ”

Yueba squinted and said, "He took a small spear soul, and he already has a causal relationship with our fighting tribe. He rescued people, which will only make the cause and effect between each other deeper and deeper, and he will eventually meet us, so let him grow up before that. The High Priest said that he would be the whetstone of the little hit. ”

"Whetstone?"

When Yue Jue heard this word, she immediately became interested: "When Xiaoxiao was born, all the Dao battle spirits left by our Fighting Tribe awakened and enshrined her as the first person of the tribe in the eternal ages...... It is possible to become a deity. ”

Yes, not a demigod, not a false god, but a true god!

"There are always two sides to everything, and he is both a small whetstone and a small stumbling block. ”

Yueba stroked his chin and said, "Of course, whether it's the former or the latter, it's hard to say now." For example, if he won Xiaoxiao once, isn't this girl a lot more open-minded? Success or failure, Xiaoxiao can benefit from it. The ensuing pros and cons will snowball and get bigger and bigger. ”

"What if he really becomes a little stumbling block?"

Yue Jue was shocked in his heart and said.

You must know that Yue Xiaoxiao is really not allowed to be lost, not child's play.